Would you talk with me for a while
For now I feel to fragile,
All this untamed feelings exile
And you and I are still away a million miles,
O beloved hurry - I don't have much while
and if you get too late - don't you forget to smile.

They’re all in a hurry.

All of these brave men and women are in a hurry.
They’re anxious to get home and ******* before their significant others arrive,
ready for a home sweet home experience,
with fine wine and cheesy shows on the tube.

Life simply goes on in cycles,
like a loop video on the metro CCTV.
No heart attack spikes, no heavy breathing, no chance for a near death experience.

We are all obedient mother/father *******,
waiting for the wind to put down the big old tree in front
of our house, so we can have a hot topic on our Facebook walls.

Trying to be different,
mostly in a verbal manner,
is like performing **** with a ***** dolphin,
in front of a tank full of happy sharks.

We’re all in a hurry,
tryin’ to get back home
and ******* good
before the significant part of our life begins.

Each thing I do I rush through so I can do
something else. In such a way do the days pass—
a blend of stock car racing and the never
ending building of a gothic cathedral.
Through the windows of my speeding car, I see
all that I love falling away: books unread,
jokes untold, landscapes unvisited. And why?
What treasure do I expect in my future?
Rather it is the confusion of childhood
loping behind me, the chaos in the mind,
the failure chipping away at each success.
Glancing over my shoulder I see its shape
and so move forward, as someone in the woods
at night might hear the sound of approaching feet
and stop to listen; then, instead of silence
he hears some creature trying to be silent.
What else can he do but run? Rushing blindly
down the path, stumbling, struck in the face by sticks;
the other ever closer, yet not really
hurrying or out of breath, teasing its ****.

-Stephen Dobyns

Wake up,
And come over.
**** time; run red lights.
Every minute feels longer.

Unlock my door.
Please, come in.

two cars stuck in
traffic turning
left blinking in
opposite harmony
in time with the
beating hearts of
fellow hurried
drivers at rush
hour in the heart
of the city just get
me home to my
bed alone where
I can mope until
dinner comes a
calling caught that
yellow light I'm
finally on my
way and there it
is again that
******
yellow
light.

PLEASE HELP ME!
I need help!
Someone please help me figure out what I can write.
ANYBODY THERE!
Great just great.
It feels like I'm looked inside a box
because nobody can't hear me!
I can't believe nobody is here to
open the box.
I WANT TO GET OUT!
SOMEONE PLEASE GET ME OUT
OF HERE PLEASE!
AND IF YOU ARE COMING THEN
HURRY UP!

Your logic
It is way too idiotic

Why would you want to grow fast?
When your days doesn't last

Better think twice
Or everything might not turn  out nice

If I were you
I'd rather go in the summer sky blue
And read a book that's so true

Don't pretend as if you're a know-it-all
You might end up curling into a ball
Once you've finally fall

It wont be easy to get up
So better slow down and shut up